Letters to Penthouse XX
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Actually, I had no way of knowing who this woman was, nor even a picture to show me what she looked like, or if I would even be interested in her once we met. But Mel reassured me, pointing out that we had made no commitment to do anything, and that Leslie fully understood this. In any case, he would make sure I was not put in a position to do anything I didn’t want to do.
We arrived at the motel where we had agreed to meet Leslie right on schedule. As Mel went into the office to register for two adjacent rooms, I saw a woman get out of her car and slowly approach ours. As I watched her come closer I could feel my heart racing. We had told her what we’d be driving, and she had on the red blouse that Leslie had said she’d be wearing. There was no doubt I was about to meet my possible lesbian lover.
She had the physical appearance often associated with the stereotypical lesbian, being short and a little stocky, with a physique reminiscent of a college linebacker. Yet she possessed a wonderfully appealing smile, and there was a kind of wholesome quality and a feminine air about her that told me I was going to like her immediately.
I saw Mel looking through the office window, watching as we greeted each other. At first it was just smiles and a handshake through the car window, but then Leslie surprised me by leaning in through the window to give me a big hug. Unaccountably, this stranger was suddenly setting off bells all through my body, which rang louder when her lips grazed my neck and cheek as she withdrew. It made the hairs on my arms stand at attention. Something definitely was cooking here!
When Mel returned I introduced them, and we decided we would drop our things in the room and then head out for a quick bite to eat before returning to the motel. We enjoyed a very nice dinner, with Leslie sitting next to me in the booth, but my mind was already racing ahead to the time when we would be together, just the two of us, alone in our room. Our small talk was pleasant, but it seemed an eternity before dinner was finally finished. Mel didn’t have to be told that we were attracted to each other, so he explained that Leslie and I would take one of the rooms for the night, while he would remain next door in case we should need him for anything.
When we returned to the motel, I stopped off briefly in Mel’s room to say good night to him, telling Leslie I would join her in a few minutes. Before leaving me, however, she wrapped me in her arms and gave me a very sensuous and passionate kiss that absolutely made me drip with anticipation. Wanting to return to her as quickly as possible, I quickly thanked Mel for understanding me, kissed him good night and hurried back to my “date,” who by this time had already slipped into bed. Almost trembling with excitement, I slipped into the bathroom, where I took off all my clothes and did a quick freshening up. Then I went out into the dark room and slid beneath the covers, where I found Leslie waiting with open arms. Like me, she was very naked.
The sensations I felt as our two bodies came together and intertwined I had never felt before, nor have they been duplicated since. Thrills and chills ran wildly through me, out of control, everywhere. It was almost as if my body had been wired in a different way, and I was somewhere outside myself, observing it all. I could hear myself panting. I could feel her mouth and her warm, soft, probing tongue gliding back and forth across my lips, before that tongue slipped between them and let me suck on it. I was slowly going crazy with those uncontrollable sensations as she moved to plant a soft kiss in my ear, and then on my neck. And while all this was happening, I kept waiting for her mouth to move lower . . . much, much lower.
This was all so impossibly bizarre. Less than two hours ago I’d never even laid eyes on this woman. Less than thirty minutes ago I’d been sitting in a respectable restaurant, having a nice dinner with her and my husband. Now, suddenly, here I was, naked in bed with her, tasting her tongue and feeling my right knee wedged up against the very wet spot between her legs. It was as if I was in a trance, and yet I was fully aware of each new sensation as she touched, kissed and licked one part of me and then another. I tried to make out her features in the dim light, and I trembled when she finally looked directly into my eyes, licked her lips and said in a very raspy voice, “I’m about to go down there and eat your pussy, Doris! Tell me, are you ready?”
The words went through me like a charge of lightning, leaving me totally unable to respond in words. Instead, I simply grasped her head and attempted to move it down my body. But she resisted, and I immediately realized that she had notions of her own as to how she wanted this to play out; so I released her head and lay back, surrendering willingly and unconditionally to her plan.
As I felt her wet, sensuous lips nibbling at my erect nipple, my mind flashed for a second to my husband, wondering what he was thinking at that moment, and marveling at what a wonderful man he was to have agreed to this experiment.
But those thoughts vanished quickly as I felt Leslie’s mouth and tongue traveling downward, leaving a damp trail as she ventured below my navel. It seemed that every fiber of my being was concentrated at the apex of my legs, waiting for her to reach that electrically charged spot. I moaned with something like frustration as her mouth bypassed it with no more than the touch of a zephyr’s breath, her lips finally landing just above and inside my left knee.
I thought I would truly come unglued before I finally felt her lightly probing tongue teasing the general area of my crotch. My hands again groped for her head, attempting to direct her mouth exactly where I wanted it, but as before, it was she who maintained total control. But regardless of her teasing and tormenting, it was obvious that her basic desire matched mine, and soon I felt her tongue and lips locked in on the very core of my womanhood.
Now the fireworks really began. Slowly, deliberately, the tip of her tongue touched my clit, toying with it, barely licking it. Yet the sensations were so unbelievably powerful, so far beyond anything I’d ever experienced in my half-century of life, that I thought I might faint. I lay there trembling, aglow, caught in a web of ineffable pleasure as her tongue increased its pressure and pace. I was beginning to feel a rolling, explosive orgasm approaching, one that was building ever so slowly, teasing, lingering somewhere way off in the distance. I could feel it first in my knees and my Achilles tendons. Then my buttocks started to tremble, as did the backs of my thighs, and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck bristled upright. My face was flushed and my pulse roared in my ears, thumping with my heart, and then, with my eyes shut tight, I saw flashes of psychedelic patterns and images as my pussy exploded in a climax that left me feeling limp, exhausted and as though I was floating in space.
Eventually I began to refocus, listening to Leslie’s breathing as it subsided along with mine. I was determined to give her some of the same mind-blowing pleasure she had given me.
A little later I lay between her legs, tantalizing her in much the same way she had teased me, then sweeping her to a violent orgasm with my lips and tongue. I felt triumphantly exultant when her entire torso arched up off the bed, suspended in midair, twitching and trembling for many seconds, while I thought that she might very well crush my skull between her thighs if she squeezed any tighter. Her body finally crashed back onto the bed, thrashing about uncontrollably, telling me that I had indeed provided her with an earth-shaking climax similar to mine.
Later, as we lay in each other’s arms, she declared it to be one of the best she had ever experienced. Truly flattering words coming from a confirmed lesbian, I thought. I kissed her, and for a while we just lay holding each other, murmuring words of contentment and happiness, occasionally kissing and stroking each other, until our passion rose again.
Our night continued with uncounted orgasms, interrupted by fleeting snatches of sleep. In the morning I sleepily called Mel, only to discover that he had already had his continental breakfast. He suggested that Leslie and I should spend our last hour together over breakfast, which we did, though we ate only each other.
Afterward, Leslie came with me to Mel’s room to say good-bye. As a surprise parting gift, Mel presented her with a tiny pocket vibrator. She
beamed fondly at him and quickly threw her arms around his neck, catching him totally off guard, and planted a huge, wet kiss right on his lips. Stunned, he simply stood there, mouth open and staring after her as she quickly left the room.
We have kept in touch with Leslie since our time together. And she has even subtly hinted that it might be fun for all three of us to spend a night together. Mel seems to agree that a threesome with her would, indeed, be great fun.—D.R., Chicago, Illinois